Demons, demons are everywhere in sight.
Shrike's mood has gone from bad to numb. At first, he still felt it was a bit tricky, but now his mind is empty and he can only rely on instinct to fight back.
Fortunately, the sea of fire blocked the advance of most of the demons, which greatly relieved their pressure, but the threat still exists.
A swift black shadow flashed before his eyes, and the weapon master raised his sword to block. All he heard was a sharp collision sound, as if metal was cutting against each other, followed by a diffuse mist.
The weapons master fell backwards, stumbling, and stabbed his sword violently, cutting into the puddles, barely able to steady himself.
The Shrike raised his head. The scarred weapon master was reflected on the cracked blade, and in front of the Shrike was the armored demon.
These guys were far more troublesome than expected. Fireworks couldn't burn them, and the kinetic energy carried by bullets couldn't penetrate their armor. Moreover, their entire bodies were wrapped in this dense, metal-like hard material, and their only weak point was their soft mouths.
"Anonymous!"
The Shrike roared and rushed forward again.
The weapon master picked up the armored musket and opened fire. The dazzling flames turned into the breathing of a dragon, which covered the body of the demon in an instant. The weapon master also relied on his obscured vision and swung his sword viciously.
With a shocking tremor, the sword blade shattered, turning into countless metal fragments that cut in all directions, splashing countless sparks.
Correspondingly, among the countless dents on the demon's sturdy iron armor, a blow finally penetrated the hard material, injuring its flesh, and blood oozed out from the cracks.
"Anonymous!"
The Shrike roared again, urging him on.
The weapon master turned around suddenly and grabbed the demon by the throat. Close combat was not an advantage for the Armor of Original Sin, but Shrike had no choice but to do so at the moment.
The engine overloaded, the mechanical arm bit dead, the weapon master held the demon tightly, and just when Shrike was about to shout again, the reinforcements of the Anonymous finally arrived after the rain and fog.
The location of the UFO was obscured by heavy rain and fog... No, that was not rain and fog, but the continuous overflowing steam. The thick steam was continuously released until a red light shone in the dense fog.
It was as if fireworks from hell were ignited, and the UFO set up a heavy gun mount that looked like a crossbow.
Pull the trigger.
The weapon on the crossbow was fired. Shrike could not see its appearance, nor even its trajectory.
All he could see was the pierced rain and mist. As the invisible object penetrated through it, the rain and mist seemed to be frozen, suspended in mid-air, and soon blown away by the strong wind.
Shrike saw that as it moved at high speed, it was twisted into a beam of bleak white light, which pierced through the rain and fog, and then hit the demon that was fixed by the weapon master.
All he heard was a sharp sound like the hum of a bee in the sky. Shrike felt that the entire weapons division was shaking uncontrollably, and the world before his eyes began to tremble madly.
The demon stopped struggling, the weapon master let go of it, and the body fell down weakly. It was at this moment that Shrike finally saw the thing clearly.
After a dazzling spark suddenly appeared, a spiral spear head sank along the dent in the armor and pierced through the demon's armor in one fell swoop. The spiral thread was covered with blood, pulling and crushing its bones and internal organs as it rotated and charged forward, completely destroying its entire chest, and then protruding from the back.